Friends on Friday

It's Friday and time to do a shout out to our furriends!  So, we have great news from our friend "Frankie". After rescuing and fostering him, he went to live with his new mom.  He's very happy and wanted everyone to know that he's doing great and loving life on the inside.

From Frankie:  "I've got it made.  I get to sit on all the furniture whenever I want. I love to be petted and according to my mom, my  blue eyes always ask for love or attention.  If that doesn't work, my inquisitive meow works fine.  I don't go anywhere near doors. I have no intention of using one.  Ha!"

So guess what "Frankie"'s new name is?   King Louis!

That makes us all purr.

Frankie Friday

My foster mom told me that tomorrow a real mom is coming to meet me.   I've been practicing looking sweet.  I've been dreaming of what she will be like.  I've been watching a whole lot of HGTV learning skills that might help me be useful around the house.  I want her to like me.  What if I act all silly and hide under the couch?

I'll just keep practicing my couch lounging and hope I do ok.

Tabby Tattletale Tuesday

All this fuss over the rescued boy.  Doesn't mom remember that ALL of us were rescues?  Doesn't she remember that I was hungry once?  Doesn't she care?

Apparently not.

Wake me up when he has a new home, ok?

Don't hate me just because I'm adorable...

Mancat Monday

It's been mancat central around here!  I guess that's ok because at least I get the chance to post.  There was excitment in the yard last week when mom caught our furriend, Mr. Blue Eyes.  I've hung out with him before, but not too much.   I prefer to stay inside and hang out with Cecilia.  Cecilia liked to chase him off.   I've heard he's in the house in the "guest suite".

Handing it over to Nigel for the "by the door" report...

I've been hanging out by the door for hours.  I am so curious to see who's there.  I think I may know who it is from my life on the outside, but I'm not sure.  Mom won't let me in to investigate.   Mom let Ellie in the room for about a minute...how fair is that?  Ellie brought our guest a little soccer ball, but then he hissed at her from under the couch.  Ellie pouted. 

I can hardly wait until we can play smackie paws under the door!

Meanwhile...behind the door....

Ah yes, belly rubs!  This is the life!   It took me exactly 72 hours to realize that maybe I did want to come out for a few minutes of love.  Getting trapped was really scary...then I was put in a car and then I went to the v-e-t...and then I got really sleepy and I woke up in a cage and my head hurt and other parts of me were sore...oh what sort of a mess did I get myself into?  Yes 72 hours to realize it wasn't a mess at all.  I don't have to struggle for survival any more.

And the food here isn't so bad...

Pee Ess...mom decided to call me "Frankie" since it sounds better than Mr. Blue Eyes...that is until someone adopts me and then we can decide together.